i forgot the furnace guy was coming today. right. so i answer the door and im in my dino pajamas right out of bed and when hes working on the furnace he fucking. he cuts his finger on the furnace. so i take him into the bathroom to do some first aid bc its looking pretty bad and i forgot about the fucking. shadow the hedgehog nice cock sign on my wall. so im standing there. cringing out of my mind. what an impression. youre maintenancing someones furnace qnd you hurt your finger and this person is very adamant about first aid protocol and you walk into their bathroom and just see this shit. what the fuck
the smallest amount of reassurance means so much. Random messages like “im not mad at you” “you’re not annoying me” “i’ll text you later” “i love you” is such a relief.
if tumblr dies im going to replace it with an expansive discord server where you get your own channel and your mutuals can go in there and see what you post and then put it in their own channels. this of course will give us all the feeling of being trapped inside a small box with thousands of strangers we hate. the discourse will be fucking lethal.
now that i’m older and understand how absolutely fucked the housing market is, all those horror movies that take place in nice houses where the family refuses to leave make sense. if i had a 4,000sqft vintage home you’d need to kill me before i ever moved out as well. fuck the ghost. charge it rent.
kinda miss sitting in restaurants with my friends loudly having what is clearly the weirdest conversation the couple two tables over has heard all week and pretending not to notice them chuckle at my jokes but making sure to throw in enough exposition to give them context if they’re still listening